<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119214120716202420</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:49:05.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Between My Lips</title><subtitle type='html'>I am a writer that speaks from my heart. A lot of my work is controversy. I say what's on my mind knowing that there will be people that will agree and disagree. I try to look at things from different points of views, but ultimately there will be someone out there that shares a different view than me. The freedom of speech is a beautiful thing. I can say what I want, to who I want, when I want, where I want, for whatever reason I want to do it. And there is nothing that anyone can do about it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17917530799751650305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w0TCXxjBCBw/R82D7j6FcSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AWJLVa97hc0/S220/TAVONYA.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119214120716202420.post-7191695779826000447</id><published>2009-02-11T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T13:17:33.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;This being in love thing is something I'm not used to.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't worked out all the kinks yet because our relationship is new.&lt;br /&gt;At times I get frustrated, not really sure of what it is that I should do.&lt;br /&gt;I'm aware that you are an addition to my life, and already my heart belongs to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I make you angry or you are confused as to why I behave in the way I do.&lt;br /&gt;Communicate to me your concerns, so we can work through anything that we need to.&lt;br /&gt;For you are special to be in more ways than I can express.&lt;br /&gt;We shared our friendship first, so I have no secrets to confess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times I question why you would even want me to be a part of your existence.&lt;br /&gt;We are different in so many ways, so I never thought anything other than a friendship would make sense.&lt;br /&gt;Now I realize that a relationship is something that should never be predicted.&lt;br /&gt;I think about our past, I didn't see this coming. I wonder if there was a sign and I missed it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy. The smile that I show you is identical to the one that's displayed on my face every time I hear your voice.&lt;br /&gt;Throughout my entire day, I'm unable to get you out of my head, and even if I could I wouldn't make that choice.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I make you stay on the phone, content with just hearing you breathe.&lt;br /&gt;Anticipating you calling me baby, and end of conversation you telling me that you love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I tell you I miss you at least three to four times a day, in my heart I don't feel that I'm telling you enough.&lt;br /&gt;And when we're having a confrontation the reason why I try to give you space is because I don't want you to leave me because things get rough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of corny and I know you're not one of those romantic love heroes that I read about.&lt;br /&gt;But when I read those love books, and the damsel in distress talks about how she feels about her prince charming, I finally know what she's talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love I feel for you pumps through my entire body and the shine I've worn for the last couple of months I wear because of you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping that what we share is something special. Because truly I know I'm falling in love with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119214120716202420-7191695779826000447?l=betweenmylips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/feeds/7191695779826000447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119214120716202420&amp;postID=7191695779826000447' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/7191695779826000447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/7191695779826000447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-love.html' title='New Love'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17917530799751650305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w0TCXxjBCBw/R82D7j6FcSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AWJLVa97hc0/S220/TAVONYA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119214120716202420.post-6418113630394670477</id><published>2008-10-16T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T12:14:17.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Eyes are wide with amazement, a black man walks through the door dressed in suit and tie&lt;br /&gt;Black women cry, white man nod in approval, the acknowledgement of 11% ahead, some sigh&lt;br /&gt;The vote, the importance of practicing this right granted after segregation&lt;br /&gt;The media covers the importance of taking part in choosing who will run our nation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Democrats vote for the their new trophy, the new symbol for change, the right of passage, finally equal opportunity exists&lt;br /&gt;But how long will he survive, is the United States of America really ready for a non Caucasian president?&lt;br /&gt;The risk, assassination to a completely different level, haters lurk the streets and the airways&lt;br /&gt;After 9-11, all scared of Saddam Hussein, worried about bombs on planes, will the next terrorist attack happen today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 4th, submit my ballot, aware of new voting laws, no Obama paraphernalia at the polls, my vote does count&lt;br /&gt;And as bad as I want to say that I want my president to be Mr. Barack, my prayers reach further to say please sir watch out&lt;br /&gt;The polls, identical to election of 2004 when so many African American votes thrown out the door&lt;br /&gt;Baby Bush, a conspiracy, no dirt, It's all in who you know, the republican campaign fight for war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it worth it? Run a nation, alert to all surroundings constantly looking behind your back&lt;br /&gt;Held a dream all your life, that you were going to be the first US black president, so close to becoming fact&lt;br /&gt;New hero for all minorities that feel like they don't belong, the impossible made possible, a new reality&lt;br /&gt;A new standard, set for citizens of America, a black man running this country finally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119214120716202420-6418113630394670477?l=betweenmylips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/feeds/6418113630394670477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119214120716202420&amp;postID=6418113630394670477' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/6418113630394670477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/6418113630394670477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/2008/10/obama.html' title='Obama'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17917530799751650305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w0TCXxjBCBw/R82D7j6FcSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AWJLVa97hc0/S220/TAVONYA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119214120716202420.post-7088155486468814384</id><published>2008-10-15T12:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T12:54:56.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Couped up in the corner, feeling revengeful in the containment of my own bars&lt;br /&gt;Choosing to stay alone, in the absence of my surroundings, shielding my audience from all the scars&lt;br /&gt;In reality the demonstration of my day to day agenda may be camuflaged from my dreams that do exist&lt;br /&gt;Without loosing hope I indulage myself in what many consider personal nonsence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make a mockery of my current situation adds value to my existance&lt;br /&gt;Minimizing illusions of unrelated circumstances only brings truth to what is realistic&lt;br /&gt;Maturity arrises, self assurance reaches a new level as time pasts and new centuries arrive&lt;br /&gt;With no responsibility of inner circle souls, I seek no one but shield thy own cries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few will ever understand why I devour challenges thrown my way&lt;br /&gt;Leaning on no one, standing independent, solo and sturdy every day&lt;br /&gt;To magnify little obstacles as a life changing metemorphsis makes an ordinary event an unimaginable experience&lt;br /&gt;Daydreaming of the unheard and unnoticed, collaborating by myself&lt;br /&gt;to make the blind see a physical appearence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything is possible and day to day I find new evidence for the knowledge that I do withhold&lt;br /&gt;Guilty of encapsulation of mental stimulation that I choose to forever remain unknown&lt;br /&gt;Few seek or rather appreciate the brilliance of one's mind&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts, my mental translation a detective will never find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119214120716202420-7088155486468814384?l=betweenmylips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/feeds/7088155486468814384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119214120716202420&amp;postID=7088155486468814384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/7088155486468814384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/7088155486468814384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/2008/10/thinking.html' title='Thinking'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17917530799751650305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w0TCXxjBCBw/R82D7j6FcSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AWJLVa97hc0/S220/TAVONYA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119214120716202420.post-2014253837659069690</id><published>2008-10-14T10:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T10:01:46.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Probaly the best birthday present I've received in a long time&lt;br /&gt;Introduced to my sister I never knew I had, but now after 23 years she's all mine&lt;br /&gt;My father a baby factory specializing in the production of girls&lt;br /&gt;Yet the bastard managed to escape from all of our worlds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we're older and plenty of time has gone by&lt;br /&gt;No need to dwell on the past, we will make up for lost time&lt;br /&gt;The relationship we share now never existed before&lt;br /&gt;I will work hard to maintain this friendship because I want so much more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want us to be close, I believe she is the best friend I never met.&lt;br /&gt;Now that she's in my life she is a fixture I won't ever forget&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful to get to know her, and am excited about what the future will bring&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to meeting her, chilling, hanging out and everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have the same father, different mothers yet we still are a lot alike in a lot of ways&lt;br /&gt;Which is crazy, five states away yet so many similarities&lt;br /&gt;A quarter pounder, chinky eyes, wanting to succeed.&lt;br /&gt;My sister finding me makes me feel so much more complete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119214120716202420-2014253837659069690?l=betweenmylips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/feeds/2014253837659069690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119214120716202420&amp;postID=2014253837659069690' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/2014253837659069690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/2014253837659069690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/2008/10/surprise.html' title='Surprise'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17917530799751650305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w0TCXxjBCBw/R82D7j6FcSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AWJLVa97hc0/S220/TAVONYA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119214120716202420.post-2239230675223633107</id><published>2008-09-18T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T13:49:01.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Though time goes by and it may seem that I do not appreciate everything that you do.&lt;br /&gt;Please realize that this is not the case, most of the time the only person I can depend on is you.&lt;br /&gt;So yes my tattoos may make you wonder, what kind of daughter did you raise?&lt;br /&gt;And yes the 12 years of private school will benefit my future days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the end I have you to thank, for making me who I am today.&lt;br /&gt;While you are disappointed in my actions, all I can do is pray.&lt;br /&gt;That eventually one day you will be able to understand that I can only live to be me.&lt;br /&gt;I have to be independent and experience my life even though you don't agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listen to everything you tell me, though I may not practice everything that you preach.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean stop telling me what I don't want to hear, I need you here to teach.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm hard headed, I know I'm ungrateful, I know I only think of myself.&lt;br /&gt;I also know how to ignore what you're saying and pretend you're talking to somebody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm older, even as an adult I'm still sensitive to your view.&lt;br /&gt;But you also taught me to be strong, so the strength I have, I got it from you.&lt;br /&gt;Being unique and independent, is also something else you taught me to be.&lt;br /&gt;So even at times when I piss you off, I know one day you'll be proud of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119214120716202420-2239230675223633107?l=betweenmylips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/feeds/2239230675223633107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119214120716202420&amp;postID=2239230675223633107' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/2239230675223633107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/2239230675223633107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/2008/09/mommy.html' title='Mommy'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17917530799751650305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w0TCXxjBCBw/R82D7j6FcSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AWJLVa97hc0/S220/TAVONYA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119214120716202420.post-3234147880678469877</id><published>2008-09-16T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T13:11:22.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;'I ain't no girl', my little soldier feels that he got to prove himself.&lt;br /&gt;At only three years old my son is already a mess.&lt;br /&gt;I love my baby boy from the bottom of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;As he gets older more often than ever I got to tear his little ass apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking he grown, he done stepped to me at least twice.&lt;br /&gt;Being a black woman, of course he paid the price.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes he forgets how far it is that he can go.&lt;br /&gt;I remind him with the quickness, yes you already know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a tender age of three my son surprises me everyday.&lt;br /&gt;My saddest moment is when my son has to go away.&lt;br /&gt;The separation for two weeks is a break but a misery in one.&lt;br /&gt;Because it just doesn't feel normal when I don't have my son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look at him I can only smile, that's my little man.&lt;br /&gt;I will forever be his hero, and together we will stand.&lt;br /&gt;With God in our lives, there will always be a way.&lt;br /&gt;Which is why I teach my son, to pray each and every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119214120716202420-3234147880678469877?l=betweenmylips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/feeds/3234147880678469877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119214120716202420&amp;postID=3234147880678469877' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/3234147880678469877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/3234147880678469877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/2008/09/pray.html' title='Pray'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17917530799751650305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w0TCXxjBCBw/R82D7j6FcSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AWJLVa97hc0/S220/TAVONYA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119214120716202420.post-1262638284238131468</id><published>2008-09-16T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T13:06:12.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Settle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;This single mom shit, working my ass off every single day.&lt;br /&gt;Has been so exhausting and I need your help in a physical way.&lt;br /&gt;I talk a lot about not needing you, and in fact you can be replaced.&lt;br /&gt;But in reality, this is your son, so indeed this is your space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work hard, to do what I can, to provide your son with the best.&lt;br /&gt;What I would do to go back in time, I wouldn't be alone handling this mess.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that I wouldn't have given birth to the most precious gift to me.&lt;br /&gt;What I'm saying is that we would be together, currently I would be on your team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think that you've moved on, and now taking care of a family not of your own.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard for me to understand, so I know its even harder for a three year old.&lt;br /&gt;I've made the bed I lay in each and every night.&lt;br /&gt;That's why I don't bitch or complain, you already know that this shit aint right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when time goes by, and he gets older, my son will know who loves him the best.&lt;br /&gt;Not to say that you don't love him, but as a child you settled for less.&lt;br /&gt;When you were with me, you were my man that took care of his responsibilities.&lt;br /&gt;Now you let a woman take care of your lazy ass, its only the beginning of your miseries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119214120716202420-1262638284238131468?l=betweenmylips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/feeds/1262638284238131468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119214120716202420&amp;postID=1262638284238131468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/1262638284238131468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/1262638284238131468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/2008/09/settle.html' title='Settle'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17917530799751650305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w0TCXxjBCBw/R82D7j6FcSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AWJLVa97hc0/S220/TAVONYA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119214120716202420.post-2547001094927458484</id><published>2008-09-16T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T12:11:00.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reverse</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;So you miss me and you are ready to do what it takes to get me back.&lt;br /&gt;You are ready to act right, tired of the below the waist attacks.&lt;br /&gt;You can't live life knowing that I no longer want to be your friend.&lt;br /&gt;And you feel kind of lousy knowing that you are the reason for our end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So time has gone by though I'm not sure if you have learned your lesson.&lt;br /&gt;In fact I'm not sure if your presence is my curse or my blessing.&lt;br /&gt;I think hard with my brain, scared my heart will lead me in the wrong direction.&lt;br /&gt;Learning to be patient waiting for happiness, not settling for temporary satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although so badly I want to be held again in your arms each and every night.&lt;br /&gt;I have to be strong knowing that pretty soon we'll only fuss and fight.&lt;br /&gt;Everything always seems so good at the beginning but in reality we will never go back to what we used to be.&lt;br /&gt;Which is why I have to continue to run, I can't let the infatuation grab a hold of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very important to me. And though you don't believe me, my love will always remain.&lt;br /&gt;I think about you constantly, and I only fall back because I'm driving myself insane.&lt;br /&gt;You spoiled me with the possibility and a model of who it is that you can really be.&lt;br /&gt;And when I see that person again, that's when I'll know you are ready for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119214120716202420-2547001094927458484?l=betweenmylips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/feeds/2547001094927458484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119214120716202420&amp;postID=2547001094927458484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/2547001094927458484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/2547001094927458484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/2008/09/reverse.html' title='Reverse'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17917530799751650305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w0TCXxjBCBw/R82D7j6FcSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AWJLVa97hc0/S220/TAVONYA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119214120716202420.post-3903705968787168642</id><published>2008-09-12T12:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T12:54:44.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;No longer needing a roadmap you know exactly where to go&lt;br /&gt;I love it when you move fast, but I don't know if I love it better when you go slow.&lt;br /&gt;Squeezing my thighs I open up my flood gates.&lt;br /&gt;You go deeper in my tunnel when my body shakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caressing your head, devouring your face.&lt;br /&gt;Dipping and diving until you find my special place.&lt;br /&gt;You've arrived to the place we met before.&lt;br /&gt;You got to open wide, I'm about to pour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to feel your tongue all over my body.&lt;br /&gt;With my eyes tight I imagine you inside me.&lt;br /&gt;Take me to heaven, unlock my gates.&lt;br /&gt;I offer to you my vaginal buffet come on and taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only natural to feel this high.&lt;br /&gt;Keep going no matter how loud I cry.&lt;br /&gt;This pain is pleasure, I'll keep it tight.&lt;br /&gt;If feels so good and it feels so right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119214120716202420-3903705968787168642?l=betweenmylips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/feeds/3903705968787168642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119214120716202420&amp;postID=3903705968787168642' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/3903705968787168642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/3903705968787168642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/2008/09/ahh.html' title='Ahh'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17917530799751650305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w0TCXxjBCBw/R82D7j6FcSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AWJLVa97hc0/S220/TAVONYA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119214120716202420.post-611285835679270208</id><published>2008-09-12T08:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T08:23:45.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Even though I know that I should have completely shut you out of my life.&lt;br /&gt;There's a part of me that wants your friendship and for things to be allright.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts inside to know that you are not the person that I grew to love.&lt;br /&gt;But I know there's a reason you're in my life understood by the man above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get angry thinking about the perception of you in my fantasy that never came true.&lt;br /&gt;I get even angrier thinking that my everything at one time turned out to be you.&lt;br /&gt;But over time I learn to ignore and take steps farther away.&lt;br /&gt;And when my heart has healed, I'll confront you once again someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now let our bygones be bygones, and let this space between us remain.&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to contact me. You've won. I'm done playing your childish games.&lt;br /&gt;And over time when you think about me, and want to express the love that you still hold.&lt;br /&gt;Keep it to yourself and meditate about who I used to be, and she is who you should have told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you've used every drip of my patience, and have taken advange of everything I chose to give.&lt;br /&gt;I've moved on with my life, seperated what I want; from what I need, and have begun again to live.&lt;br /&gt;You are an experience that has forced me to recognize the real from the untrue.&lt;br /&gt;I'm no longer angry, because atleast I've become stronger all because of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119214120716202420-611285835679270208?l=betweenmylips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/feeds/611285835679270208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119214120716202420&amp;postID=611285835679270208' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/611285835679270208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/611285835679270208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/2008/09/angry.html' title='Angry'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17917530799751650305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w0TCXxjBCBw/R82D7j6FcSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AWJLVa97hc0/S220/TAVONYA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119214120716202420.post-7233096903702708861</id><published>2008-09-04T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T13:29:43.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sometimes I question why God would let certain things happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand I pray every night for the conclusion of my struggle down on my knees.&lt;br /&gt;I'm only one person, I have no help, he watches me day to day.&lt;br /&gt;I've learned my lessons, I've created new goals, Please God deliver me I pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When times get tough I remember that you have control over everything that I do.&lt;br /&gt;I also know that until I put all my doubts in your hands I'm not completely trusting you.&lt;br /&gt;For you will not give me anything I can't handle, I truly do believe.&lt;br /&gt;But why do things get tougher, why do I have to struggle even when I know you love me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made mistakes day to day, the mistakes that you have already forgiven me for.&lt;br /&gt;I tell you I'm sorry I apologize for my actions, yet you continue to put me through so much more.&lt;br /&gt;If only I could be rescued, Where in the world is my guardian angel hiding?&lt;br /&gt;I need her beside me, I need her protection. I'm telling the truth, I'm not lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I've done something that is so bad I must suffer for my actions.&lt;br /&gt;All I can do is fall back, hand you all my burdens so that I can relax.&lt;br /&gt;Let you carry them heavy on your back, not trying to figure out why you do what you do.&lt;br /&gt;In the back of mind I'm aware that there is a reason why I'm walking in these shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119214120716202420-7233096903702708861?l=betweenmylips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/feeds/7233096903702708861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119214120716202420&amp;postID=7233096903702708861' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/7233096903702708861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/7233096903702708861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/2008/09/journey.html' title='Journey'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17917530799751650305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w0TCXxjBCBw/R82D7j6FcSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AWJLVa97hc0/S220/TAVONYA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119214120716202420.post-4280459157038507780</id><published>2008-08-27T12:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T12:37:50.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm not shy but I really don't want to share.&lt;br /&gt;I don't find any excitement in a chick pulling my hair.&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to being hit by behind by a manly thrusting.&lt;br /&gt;Not curious to differentiate between a male or female tonguing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I myself feel like I'm so much of a fulfillment I don't need anyone to go behind me to finish my work.&lt;br /&gt;When I put it on my man, I conquer what's mine, he has no reason to wander under any new woman's skirt.&lt;br /&gt;When he says my name he says it loud and clear, pronouncing each and every syllable down to the s.&lt;br /&gt;I know I do a good job because when I'm done, he falls a sleep in my wetness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the next morning when I should be in the kitchen cooking eggs and bacon.&lt;br /&gt;My man is in the kitchen thinking of the 3 meals he will prepare to thank me.&lt;br /&gt;I get a gold star for effort and a gold metal for expertise.&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel to wake up every morning by a man down on his knees?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could never imagine a woman taking his place.&lt;br /&gt;I could never imagine waking up to a woman's face.&lt;br /&gt;I like a manly man with manly arms, holding me all night in a manly way.&lt;br /&gt;I will never share a man with any woman, except maybe one time, before my wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119214120716202420-4280459157038507780?l=betweenmylips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/feeds/4280459157038507780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119214120716202420&amp;postID=4280459157038507780' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/4280459157038507780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/4280459157038507780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/2008/08/twa.html' title='Twa'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17917530799751650305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w0TCXxjBCBw/R82D7j6FcSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AWJLVa97hc0/S220/TAVONYA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119214120716202420.post-6647272077901306503</id><published>2008-08-27T11:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T11:16:46.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relax</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;When you slide it in my temperature hits at least 100 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;Is it because I still love or have I been anticipating this for too long in my dreams?&lt;br /&gt;Your chocolate swirl deep in my peppermint patty.&lt;br /&gt;The thick sweet icing oozing out of my laughy-taffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I've been waiting, it's been so long but it feels so fucking good.&lt;br /&gt;My legs are spread, my walls are open stretching to swallow your wood.&lt;br /&gt;Home sweet home, as always I put that smile on Daddy's face.&lt;br /&gt;Like habit my tongue no longer needs directions to find your special place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bodies twined into one, my legs made into pretzels and semi-circles.&lt;br /&gt;Trying new positions, makes me horny, also wearing lingerie especially purple.&lt;br /&gt;Talking dirty also makes me freaky, I know I'm a nymph at heart.&lt;br /&gt;That's why I feel like I'm going through withdrawal when I keep your dick and my pussy apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I'm no longer your bust it baby, this is completely on my terms.&lt;br /&gt;In fact you can shut the fuck up while we fucking,&lt;br /&gt;I know longer want to hear your words.&lt;br /&gt;You telling me you still love me, why even waste your fucking time.&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes and squeeze me, let the milky-ness below my waste relax your mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119214120716202420-6647272077901306503?l=betweenmylips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/feeds/6647272077901306503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119214120716202420&amp;postID=6647272077901306503' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/6647272077901306503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/6647272077901306503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/2008/08/relax.html' title='Relax'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17917530799751650305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w0TCXxjBCBw/R82D7j6FcSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AWJLVa97hc0/S220/TAVONYA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119214120716202420.post-3175695075254759221</id><published>2008-08-27T10:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T10:45:46.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;You are the new first lady of his kingdom, tat of his name displayed on your back.&lt;br /&gt;You are one of many with the identical permanent label above your crack.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm guessing you did this to prove to him that you want to be the leading lady of his life.&lt;br /&gt;In some stupid twisted way you display, he should choose you to be his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well what you tell me is true, I am the woman of his past.&lt;br /&gt;But everyone knows, every baby daddy when it comes to his baby mama, thinks he can get a piece of ass.&lt;br /&gt;So when you spend so much time trying to figure out what's going on, and whether love still exists.&lt;br /&gt;Know that every time you piss him off, I am she he will always miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realize that I'm not with him by choice, and if I wanted him he would be mine.&lt;br /&gt;Use your brain ma, you yourself knows he constantly lies.&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I was in your shoes, when I used to create excuses for the things that he do.&lt;br /&gt;How I tried to convince myself to follow my heart, and ignore my brain, I know how it feels to be you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always be the mother of his first and only child, so always remember that.&lt;br /&gt;To be real, I'm not going anywhere, I'm a permanent fixture for a matter of fact.&lt;br /&gt;Physically he is in my memory, but the emotions have been gone for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;You can try to create as much drama as you can,&lt;br /&gt;but MY baby daddy is all mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119214120716202420-3175695075254759221?l=betweenmylips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/feeds/3175695075254759221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119214120716202420&amp;postID=3175695075254759221' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/3175695075254759221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/3175695075254759221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/2008/08/truth.html' title='Truth'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17917530799751650305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w0TCXxjBCBw/R82D7j6FcSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AWJLVa97hc0/S220/TAVONYA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119214120716202420.post-3496000209021615181</id><published>2008-08-25T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T09:07:09.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;My legs high, a 90 degree angle&lt;br /&gt;With my Back arched, I can grab my ankles&lt;br /&gt;The pounding of your balls on the crack of my ass&lt;br /&gt;While our body's smash, I can hear the splash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slippery and tight, I work hard in overtime&lt;br /&gt;Holding my lips tight, I love this grind&lt;br /&gt;Fast and slow keeping our bodies in rotation&lt;br /&gt;Tongue in ear, Concentration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lay back flat, I'll slide on top&lt;br /&gt;Lick you down to your tootsie roll pop&lt;br /&gt;Turnover slowly, crack in face&lt;br /&gt;Hold me tight while my body shake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orgasms ripple through my body&lt;br /&gt;My clit tender, I kiss you softly&lt;br /&gt;Loving the attention you harden for more&lt;br /&gt;Lick my bell, I'll open the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119214120716202420-3496000209021615181?l=betweenmylips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/feeds/3496000209021615181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119214120716202420&amp;postID=3496000209021615181' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/3496000209021615181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/3496000209021615181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/2008/08/o.html' title='O'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17917530799751650305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w0TCXxjBCBw/R82D7j6FcSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AWJLVa97hc0/S220/TAVONYA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119214120716202420.post-8585508958534406517</id><published>2008-08-24T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T12:44:04.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nasty Nice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Love is supposed to be so beautiful yet in the end I end up in pain&lt;br /&gt;My heart knows why I'm in love but my brain is done playing games&lt;br /&gt;I can put the words on paper exactly what goes through my head&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that love really hurts, count the tears I've already shed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the decision I make to move on is concrete, but the notion of being strong lingers&lt;br /&gt;All I can think about is how good it felt to be touched by his big masculine fingers&lt;br /&gt;The thin line between love and hate, the thin desire to still want him around&lt;br /&gt;Even though I know when I take him serious, I'm standing on shaky grounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To leave him alone, with no turning back its easier said than done&lt;br /&gt;I already know just calling his phone gives him the satisfaction that he won&lt;br /&gt;To give that idiot any form of condolences is the last thing that I want to do&lt;br /&gt;All the pain that he's caused, all the bullshit he's put me through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't elaborate on what the future holds, but my wall is stacked to the rim&lt;br /&gt;These bricks are securely placed preventing me from committing new sins&lt;br /&gt;I myself am aware that although I want to physically harm him, karma will come his way&lt;br /&gt;And though I want to hurt him tomorrow, the revenge may come today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119214120716202420-8585508958534406517?l=betweenmylips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/feeds/8585508958534406517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119214120716202420&amp;postID=8585508958534406517' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/8585508958534406517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/8585508958534406517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/2008/08/nasty-nice.html' title='Nasty Nice'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17917530799751650305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w0TCXxjBCBw/R82D7j6FcSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AWJLVa97hc0/S220/TAVONYA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119214120716202420.post-5319511572899619683</id><published>2008-08-20T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T13:45:22.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ass</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Call me stingy but I'm reserving my pussy moving forward.&lt;br /&gt;I know it won't be easy, I'll be putting myself through torture.&lt;br /&gt;I love sex to death, but no longer will I base a friendship on how many times you make me cum.&lt;br /&gt;Nor will I spend so much time thinking about the next time you gone give me some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm woman enough to solo take care of the lives of me and my son.&lt;br /&gt;Than I should be strong enough of a woman to make it through the spell of a dry run.&lt;br /&gt;Choosing to eliminate the burden of a hard dick.&lt;br /&gt;Only now will I enjoy the satisfaction of a good lick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to decipher a man's mentality from the actions that are shown.&lt;br /&gt;But pussy is on a man's mind whether he's 22 or 40 years old.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so damn tired of hearing the same old bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;We both adults be real is it that you just want to hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why play games? Be honest. Sex is only an action verb, even though it sounds so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;But moving forward I'll hide my sweet tooth, I'm now allergic to that treat.&lt;br /&gt;No more booty calls. I will enjoy a full night of rest.&lt;br /&gt;So if all you want is some ass, you can move on and settle for less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119214120716202420-5319511572899619683?l=betweenmylips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/feeds/5319511572899619683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119214120716202420&amp;postID=5319511572899619683' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/5319511572899619683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/5319511572899619683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/2008/08/ass.html' title='Ass'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17917530799751650305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w0TCXxjBCBw/R82D7j6FcSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AWJLVa97hc0/S220/TAVONYA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119214120716202420.post-4208386301420843114</id><published>2008-08-18T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T14:01:09.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swap</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Mommy I already did one more week?" My baby is ready to come home.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard for him to understand because he's only 3 years old.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and Daddy aren't together, so instead of one house you have two.&lt;br /&gt;But from the voice of my child I hear "Mommy I want to be with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In takes everything in me not to drop everything I'm doing, drive all the way to Jersey to pick up my baby.&lt;br /&gt;I know I can't do that, because if I do, shit between me and the baby daddy will definitely get crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Those days are over, I try to keep it chill even though I can't go a whole week with out wanting to slap his ass for real.&lt;br /&gt;So until the time is right, I call continuously to make sure he's alright, even in his voice I can tell how he feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell him Mommy misses you I love you so much. He tells me that he misses me too.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts so much in the pit of my gut for him to say Mommy I want to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;It's unfair at age 3 he has to be passed back and forth between NJ and V-A.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone tells me that he'll adjust soon, but I don't think he'll ever see that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually he'll be older and to him I know through his eyes this is unfair.&lt;br /&gt;I wish that he didn't have to experience the separation, but in reality it'll always be there.&lt;br /&gt;So all I can do is wait till my week finally arrives.&lt;br /&gt;Where I can hold my baby again and no longer listen to his cries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119214120716202420-4208386301420843114?l=betweenmylips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/feeds/4208386301420843114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119214120716202420&amp;postID=4208386301420843114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/4208386301420843114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/4208386301420843114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/2008/08/swap.html' title='Swap'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17917530799751650305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w0TCXxjBCBw/R82D7j6FcSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AWJLVa97hc0/S220/TAVONYA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119214120716202420.post-2595608165095223249</id><published>2008-08-18T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T13:26:10.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eventually</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Three and a half years ago I gave birth to the one precious being that means the world to me.&lt;br /&gt;Everything I do, everything I work hard for, its for him, and I know one day he'll see.&lt;br /&gt;When things get hard I remind myself to work even harder and in the end I'll appreciate what I've worked so hard for.&lt;br /&gt;But still even with this thought it mind, its still hurts to work hard and only slowly do I see a little bit more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I fall back, exhale and think about everything that I need to do.&lt;br /&gt;Think about the reasons that I make the decisions that I do, and why in my head I have so much to prove.&lt;br /&gt;Although the livelihood of my little one has been the single priority of my life since he's been born&lt;br /&gt;And although I try so hard I know deep down in my heart I'm ungrateful, because I strive for so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean I'm grateful that he's here and he's made the mark that he has on my heart.&lt;br /&gt;But there are so many nights I cry feeling like my brain has been torn apart.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about paying my bills, taking care of my seed solo, $600 a month for private school care.&lt;br /&gt;While I'm out here taking care of myself, got a real job not depending on anyone nor the government, but because I'm not a college graduate you stare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She messed up her life, made a big mistake she had so much to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;I've heard this in my ears for the last 3 in a half years and I realized that I still have so much to do.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it might be harder, but my son has made me even stronger, so every doubt that I've ever had in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Goes away immediately because I know regardless of what I've been told repeatedly, everything that I said I was going to do will eventually be done in time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119214120716202420-2595608165095223249?l=betweenmylips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/feeds/2595608165095223249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119214120716202420&amp;postID=2595608165095223249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/2595608165095223249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/2595608165095223249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/2008/08/eventually.html' title='Eventually'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17917530799751650305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w0TCXxjBCBw/R82D7j6FcSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AWJLVa97hc0/S220/TAVONYA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119214120716202420.post-2194353537167677882</id><published>2008-08-12T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T13:53:19.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My tears keep falling...my heart hurts, I can't even feel my head&lt;br /&gt;We had a conversation about our deaths, but this early is not what you said&lt;br /&gt;In a casket, coogi'd down complete with a fitted and white tee&lt;br /&gt;My nigga you supposed to be here but you already left me&lt;br /&gt;We had plans for the future all the shit you planned to do&lt;br /&gt;How am I supposed to continue to do all that shit without you&lt;br /&gt;And yo I told you stop drinking that shit wasn't good for your body&lt;br /&gt;But being so damn stubborn you wouldn't listen to anybody&lt;br /&gt;We all got to die someway is what you said to me&lt;br /&gt;But I never thought it would be you dying all of suddenly&lt;br /&gt;Well thank you so much for being a part of my life the time that you were here&lt;br /&gt;And even though you've passed away in my heart I will keep you near&lt;br /&gt;The meanest nigga I've ever known, the most go hard nigga I ever knew&lt;br /&gt;I ain't ever tell you but you was my friend, my nigga, and I really do love you&lt;br /&gt;And if and when you needed me I would have held you down in everyway&lt;br /&gt;And that's why I've been hurting all fucking day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119214120716202420-2194353537167677882?l=betweenmylips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/feeds/2194353537167677882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119214120716202420&amp;postID=2194353537167677882' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/2194353537167677882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/2194353537167677882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/2008/08/drip.html' title='Drip'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17917530799751650305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w0TCXxjBCBw/R82D7j6FcSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AWJLVa97hc0/S220/TAVONYA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119214120716202420.post-8924389683100865261</id><published>2008-08-12T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T13:36:20.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P D00g</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;I always said you were the meanest man that I ever met today&lt;br /&gt;What I would do to turn back the hands of time for you to pick up the phone this day&lt;br /&gt;I know you were mad and I'm sorry for everything that I did&lt;br /&gt;Didn't return your call that day and now your life as come to an end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can think about is that you are no longer on this Earth&lt;br /&gt;27 years old, young couldn't even experience your first-born's birth&lt;br /&gt;Wake up early just to talk, my keep me up voice on my way home&lt;br /&gt;But now I no longer have you and right now I feel so alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe you're gone and at this moment I don't know want to do&lt;br /&gt;Didn't even get the opportunity to express my love to you&lt;br /&gt;So physically you not here, but in my heart you will be forever&lt;br /&gt;And I know you can still be my ear to talk to me about whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take so much for granted and I realize this at this very moment&lt;br /&gt;I've learned my lesson believe me starting now I will show it&lt;br /&gt;Everything happens for a reason and right now even though I feel like shit&lt;br /&gt;I know you are ok in heaven but I feel like an ungrateful bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119214120716202420-8924389683100865261?l=betweenmylips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/feeds/8924389683100865261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119214120716202420&amp;postID=8924389683100865261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/8924389683100865261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/8924389683100865261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/2008/08/rip-d00g.html' title='R.I.P D00g'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17917530799751650305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w0TCXxjBCBw/R82D7j6FcSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AWJLVa97hc0/S220/TAVONYA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119214120716202420.post-5963868583344612837</id><published>2008-08-04T14:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T14:04:52.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;A damn shame a grown ass man yet u truly aint shit&lt;br /&gt;And now all your hoes know that you was only in it to hit&lt;br /&gt;So now the hard part is over and now its your turn to pay&lt;br /&gt;Eventually you will realize what I did, you might not understand today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not over how disgusting and triffling you turned out to be&lt;br /&gt;How can you have sex with your cousin, yo thats really nasty&lt;br /&gt;I'm parading you around like you the shit but in reality you were only a dog&lt;br /&gt;And you in my face honestly feeling like you didn't do anything wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you sick? Do you have an illness tell me whats the case.&lt;br /&gt;How do you look me in my eyes and lie to face?&lt;br /&gt;It's crazy but you do it..and you did it for months.&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe you did it only because I messed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hicky does not compare to what it is that you did.&lt;br /&gt;But believe me when all of this is over I am going to win.&lt;br /&gt;Your friends are right you are messing with a different type of breed.&lt;br /&gt;Now you will see the viscious bitch that I can be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119214120716202420-5963868583344612837?l=betweenmylips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/feeds/5963868583344612837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119214120716202420&amp;postID=5963868583344612837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/5963868583344612837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/5963868583344612837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/2008/08/hoe.html' title='Hoe'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17917530799751650305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w0TCXxjBCBw/R82D7j6FcSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AWJLVa97hc0/S220/TAVONYA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119214120716202420.post-8402939818361136293</id><published>2008-08-04T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T13:55:26.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ache</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;She's not your girl but that's your boo.&lt;br /&gt;You changed your number and gave it to your crew.&lt;br /&gt;I'm busting my ass trying to figure out what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing if you're locked up, my heart's already torn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really shouldn't care if you was serving some time.&lt;br /&gt;But when I say that aloud, I know I'm lying.&lt;br /&gt;Like I've told you we've had a bumpy ride.&lt;br /&gt;I can remember several nights I went to bed and cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you were kind of crazy because of the things you used to do.&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing that men do things when they are in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;I know you care about me and you check on me through other people.&lt;br /&gt;What you do not know is the love I had for you has gotten even deeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't express to you how deeply I truly feel.&lt;br /&gt;In some ways I want to work it out but I already know the deal.&lt;br /&gt;To tell you that you will never have me all to yourself was true.&lt;br /&gt;But its only because of the constant heartache that I still have for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119214120716202420-8402939818361136293?l=betweenmylips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/feeds/8402939818361136293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119214120716202420&amp;postID=8402939818361136293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/8402939818361136293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/8402939818361136293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/2008/08/ache.html' title='Ache'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17917530799751650305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w0TCXxjBCBw/R82D7j6FcSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AWJLVa97hc0/S220/TAVONYA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119214120716202420.post-492184811096729830</id><published>2008-08-04T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T13:47:08.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bx</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;It's crazy because it's been a minute since I'd last seen your face&lt;br /&gt;But even now I can remember everything even your scent and the way you taste&lt;br /&gt;I hate to say it but over time I realize what you said was true&lt;br /&gt;That even after our relationship there is new bullshit I must go through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all honesty I can't even describe how much misery and pain you brought into my life&lt;br /&gt;But even after all you've done I still think how things would have been as your wife&lt;br /&gt;We talked about it a lot and I wanted so badly to officially be yours&lt;br /&gt;But it was so hard for me to except that you had a 4 year old, 3 and 2 year old and a baby 2 months old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lied to me at the beginning and I still stuck by you everyday&lt;br /&gt;And even though I knew It was crazy I loved you in every type of way&lt;br /&gt;The love we share I know is one of a kind&lt;br /&gt;You have admitted to be my soul mate, and its stuck in my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reality we will probaly never be together ever again&lt;br /&gt;But I feel good knowing that the love you have for me will never end&lt;br /&gt;You told me that you get week in my presence and I feel the same exact way&lt;br /&gt;Which is why since I've seen you I've thought about you every fucking day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119214120716202420-492184811096729830?l=betweenmylips.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w0TCXxjBCBw/R82D7j6FcSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AWJLVa97hc0/S220/TAVONYA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119214120716202420.post-1349703240675444660</id><published>2008-06-19T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T13:02:32.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ant</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sitting on the couch, chilling watching a little TV&lt;br /&gt;Played a little scrabble, had to be at work by 3&lt;br /&gt;Tight tummy full sealed with some tree&lt;br /&gt;Never gave a second thought or glance in reference to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Months go by randomly I hit this man up&lt;br /&gt;For no particular reason just to say what's up&lt;br /&gt;Immediately conversation starts flowing&lt;br /&gt;And even though I can't see him I can tell by his voice that's he's glowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incredible conversation sparks interest and curiosity&lt;br /&gt;Numerous similarities, both majoring in psychology&lt;br /&gt;Identical zodiac, what's the chances of that?&lt;br /&gt;Him messing with a younger woman, about as slim as that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up till midnight talking on the phone&lt;br /&gt;Young in age, but in every shape and form I'm grown&lt;br /&gt;A competitive individual that seeks happiness&lt;br /&gt;A full package with intention to never settle for less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good head on my shoulders though I never follow the rules&lt;br /&gt;I seek to make myself better taking advantage of all my tools&lt;br /&gt;Wanting now to get to know your entire story&lt;br /&gt;Hoping I will be introduced to excellence in every category&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119214120716202420-1349703240675444660?l=betweenmylips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w0TCXxjBCBw/R82D7j6FcSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AWJLVa97hc0/S220/TAVONYA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119214120716202420.post-4906021339453166414</id><published>2008-06-13T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T09:02:19.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>J</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's been a minute since I picked up my pen&lt;br /&gt;Been distracted, but that has come to an end&lt;br /&gt;Again I've made the mistake, I said I would never make again&lt;br /&gt;I can't help that I've had the pleaseure to meet dumbass number 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course at the begining shit seems all good&lt;br /&gt;The man acts right and does all the things he should&lt;br /&gt;But than eventually the truth comes out&lt;br /&gt;Eventually you find out what the dude is really about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I would have peeped the game at the beggining, that would have been nice&lt;br /&gt;Known that all the good things he did for me all eventually came with a price&lt;br /&gt;Seems to be a good catch, cute, no kids, legit job, own car&lt;br /&gt;But even with these good qualities we still didn't get very far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first girl in 6 years introduced to his mother&lt;br /&gt;Now I know he's a liar, so was that a lie too, I wonder?&lt;br /&gt;He said his roomate was Mike Vick in college at V-Tech&lt;br /&gt;Probaly lied about that too, what the heck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't have time to even figure out what it is that you have to contribute&lt;br /&gt;Even your niggas told me that the last few bitches you juiced them for loot&lt;br /&gt;6 months and truly a waste of my time&lt;br /&gt;Our entire relationship resides on a lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing you told me the truth about was that you weren't ready to be in a relationship&lt;br /&gt;But I'm feeling some type of way, at this point I can't figure out if I even want a friendship&lt;br /&gt;No hard feelings, I wish you the best&lt;br /&gt;One mistake I won't ever make is settling for less&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119214120716202420-4906021339453166414?l=betweenmylips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/feeds/4906021339453166414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119214120716202420&amp;postID=4906021339453166414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/4906021339453166414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/4906021339453166414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/2008/06/j.html' title='J'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17917530799751650305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w0TCXxjBCBw/R82D7j6FcSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AWJLVa97hc0/S220/TAVONYA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119214120716202420.post-2613553518662630267</id><published>2008-04-16T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T07:05:09.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AshCakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;I'm your babymom the mother of your babygirl&lt;br /&gt;Established a sturdy position in the center of your world&lt;br /&gt;Doing what I can to play the role you want me to play&lt;br /&gt;But lately I'm confused b/c that role changes day to day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I supposed to know what exactly it is you want me to do&lt;br /&gt;If when I tell you what it is you maintain your attitude&lt;br /&gt;Shit for me is hard, and I know at times for you its bad&lt;br /&gt;But the fact that you take things out on me makes me very  mad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I to do to get you to understand?&lt;br /&gt;Not only are you my friend but I love you as my man&lt;br /&gt;The first time in forever I'm questioning our relationship&lt;br /&gt;And in all actuality I'm questioning my commitment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding an out, content with conversation&lt;br /&gt;Clicking with another dude has captured me with amazement&lt;br /&gt;I love you in everyway as I have always done before&lt;br /&gt;But in my heart I know that I deserve so much more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119214120716202420-2613553518662630267?l=betweenmylips.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w0TCXxjBCBw/R82D7j6FcSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AWJLVa97hc0/S220/TAVONYA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119214120716202420.post-390304874511094686</id><published>2008-04-16T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T06:17:06.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Lonely at times, searching for a way out&lt;br /&gt;Time to stay strong, no time to pout&lt;br /&gt;But than so mad want to stand up and shout&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that there'll never be a way out&lt;br /&gt;Mind as well roll up my sleeves&lt;br /&gt;Get down dirty, down on my knees&lt;br /&gt;No need to worry I'm prepared to fight&lt;br /&gt;The fight is necessary when there's no way out&lt;br /&gt;My struggle is my victory I fight for a win&lt;br /&gt;Fighting can be necessary if you fight till the end&lt;br /&gt;No way out no where to go&lt;br /&gt;Punches are sturdy, they move real slow&lt;br /&gt;Side to side one at a time&lt;br /&gt;The type of fight that's not a crime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119214120716202420-390304874511094686?l=betweenmylips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/feeds/390304874511094686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119214120716202420&amp;postID=390304874511094686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/390304874511094686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/390304874511094686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/2008/04/fight.html' title='Fight'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17917530799751650305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w0TCXxjBCBw/R82D7j6FcSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AWJLVa97hc0/S220/TAVONYA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119214120716202420.post-6468148134948459823</id><published>2008-04-16T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T06:16:39.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caged</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Even when there are so many things&lt;br /&gt;In my mind, your visual rings&lt;br /&gt;Like an alarm going off in my head&lt;br /&gt;When I'm awake and lay in bed&lt;br /&gt;I can only think of you and me&lt;br /&gt;And how in the future things will be&lt;br /&gt;Wanting so bad for you to hold me each night&lt;br /&gt;Tuck me in safe make sure everything's alright&lt;br /&gt;I know taking things slow each and every day&lt;br /&gt;Will assure a solid foundation and that's okay&lt;br /&gt;It's hard though, the anticipation is killing me&lt;br /&gt;Wanting you so badly is crazy overwhelming&lt;br /&gt;When things become great this will all make sense&lt;br /&gt;A perfect house with a white picket fence&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is what I want so bad&lt;br /&gt;Tired of being hurt and tired of being sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119214120716202420-6468148134948459823?l=betweenmylips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/feeds/6468148134948459823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119214120716202420&amp;postID=6468148134948459823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/6468148134948459823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/6468148134948459823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/2008/04/caged.html' title='Caged'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17917530799751650305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w0TCXxjBCBw/R82D7j6FcSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AWJLVa97hc0/S220/TAVONYA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119214120716202420.post-4805875362701829006</id><published>2008-04-10T14:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T14:06:44.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Afraid</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;With a gun to my head I been told to strip&lt;br /&gt;Hide my 3 week baby in a shoe box looking directly at his clip&lt;br /&gt;I gave him his passy hoping that he would sleep right through this&lt;br /&gt;Praying to God that if this dude pulled the trigger he would miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready to go from this world, I just gave birth to my son&lt;br /&gt;But if you need to take a life, take mine, because his has just begun&lt;br /&gt;I pushed my son further up under the bed&lt;br /&gt;Praying to God that this man would not shoot me in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where the drugs are so there's nothing for me to offer in return&lt;br /&gt;For both my life and the life of my son, this is something we don't deserve&lt;br /&gt;But again like I said before let me know what I can do to make this all go away&lt;br /&gt;So here are my clothes, I'm naked and there's nothing for me to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But please spare my life, And my son is to young to know&lt;br /&gt;I know that you are twisted, but my son, he's 3 weeks old&lt;br /&gt;The man took my clothes and ran from the house as fast as could be&lt;br /&gt;I lifted my son from underneath the bed and held him as tight as I could to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119214120716202420-4805875362701829006?l=betweenmylips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/feeds/4805875362701829006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119214120716202420&amp;postID=4805875362701829006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/4805875362701829006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/4805875362701829006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/2008/04/afraid.html' title='Afraid'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17917530799751650305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w0TCXxjBCBw/R82D7j6FcSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AWJLVa97hc0/S220/TAVONYA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119214120716202420.post-2671008940573215121</id><published>2008-04-10T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T13:49:19.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble Bubble</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;My head is congested I can't fucking breath&lt;br /&gt;Right now I need a blunt, please pass me the trees&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I need a shot to make this all go away&lt;br /&gt;Knowing once I'm sober I'll still have to deal with this today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting up off my butt to take care of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to work early another ass to kiss&lt;br /&gt;Try to be nice to baby daddy, maybe soon he'll send some dough&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that really he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; won't, so all this stress is going to grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let him get to me just like I do my moms&lt;br /&gt;Lately the only relief I have is rapping to instrumental songs&lt;br /&gt;My son wants this and that and as his Mommy I got to get it&lt;br /&gt;Never admit I'm on my last dollar, because truly I already spent it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is always someone there for you, no one will let me struggle&lt;br /&gt;As if life was so sweet, where is my glass bubble?&lt;br /&gt;Look into my walls squint hard and you still will never see&lt;br /&gt;Or ever relate to all these things that keep stressing me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119214120716202420-2671008940573215121?l=betweenmylips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/feeds/2671008940573215121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119214120716202420&amp;postID=2671008940573215121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/2671008940573215121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/2671008940573215121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/2008/04/trouble-bubble.html' title='Trouble Bubble'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17917530799751650305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w0TCXxjBCBw/R82D7j6FcSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AWJLVa97hc0/S220/TAVONYA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119214120716202420.post-4962332199980722453</id><published>2008-04-10T13:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T13:35:40.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I respect the fact that you feeling me and I do think about us in a lot of ways&lt;br /&gt;But than at the same time I think about all the stuff I been through in all my past days&lt;br /&gt;To be honest and to be real I don't know what our future holds&lt;br /&gt;It would be nice to think that together we can grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might not seem like I'm putting forth an effort as much as an effort as you&lt;br /&gt;The only reason is because here in Va I have a lot I"m going through&lt;br /&gt;You don't live here so it's hard for you to relate to the things that I'm referring to&lt;br /&gt;And to be honest I don't really communicate when I know there's nothing you can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to answer your question referencing what exactly we can become&lt;br /&gt;I can't answer at this moment because our friendship has just begun&lt;br /&gt;In the past I've rushed a lot of things and I want to be careful and move slow&lt;br /&gt;I do want to get to know you and I want to learn everything there is to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're older than me so I know to you this might not be exactly want you want&lt;br /&gt;But its the only  direction I choose to head in and this is me being blunt&lt;br /&gt;But by no means am I saying that with you I just want to be your friend&lt;br /&gt;But I would rather for us to build a friendship first before working towards my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119214120716202420-4962332199980722453?l=betweenmylips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/feeds/4962332199980722453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119214120716202420&amp;postID=4962332199980722453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/4962332199980722453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/4962332199980722453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/2008/04/maybe.html' title='Maybe'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17917530799751650305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w0TCXxjBCBw/R82D7j6FcSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AWJLVa97hc0/S220/TAVONYA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119214120716202420.post-6901928168930819326</id><published>2008-04-10T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T12:46:17.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Urge</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I know I'm feeling you on a different level because I'm letting you fuck with my head&lt;br /&gt;I don't even understand what I'm doing, because I know what I'm doing and that I can't stand&lt;br /&gt;It would be different if it came with a surprise but this time this is not the case&lt;br /&gt;I realize that you are worthless and for real you lied to my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm thinking about all the questions that lately I've had floating in my mind&lt;br /&gt;And maybe I've been too blind which is why god sent me this sign&lt;br /&gt;Dummy wake up smell the coffee this dude is a fake&lt;br /&gt;Don't waste your time with is ass if you do it'll be a big mistake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I feel stupid not because of the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;But for the reason that I let you entice me with that sex appeal&lt;br /&gt;And blinded by shallowness I didn't realize the true person you were at hand&lt;br /&gt;And in the end you turned out to be a typical no good man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not going to sit around and indulge in negativity&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to relax, calm down and seek serenity&lt;br /&gt;Because in the end I know you obviously don't deserve a woman like me&lt;br /&gt;The closest we will ever be will be the relationship we have in your dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119214120716202420-6901928168930819326?l=betweenmylips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/feeds/6901928168930819326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119214120716202420&amp;postID=6901928168930819326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/6901928168930819326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/6901928168930819326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/2008/04/urge.html' title='Urge'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17917530799751650305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w0TCXxjBCBw/R82D7j6FcSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AWJLVa97hc0/S220/TAVONYA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119214120716202420.post-1460573940270018430</id><published>2008-04-10T12:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T12:41:58.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loops</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Never thought you would try to get over on me&lt;br /&gt;But now that money is involved we'll see&lt;br /&gt;I put you on a pedestal which was the wrong thing to do&lt;br /&gt;Gave me the opportunity to expect different shit from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But than again now I'm believing that all dudes are the same&lt;br /&gt;The only thing different about you is your mother fucking name&lt;br /&gt;You tell me your different and in the future you will show me what is true&lt;br /&gt;But that's not necessary I realize you a typical lame ass dude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give you dough to show you that I don't mind being there for you at all times&lt;br /&gt;And even then I get shitted on, and you constantly tell your lies&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting for what you owe me since 4 days ago&lt;br /&gt;If you don't have it that all you had to say fa sho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But instead you decide to front on me like I'm one of your duck ass birds&lt;br /&gt;To think that you'd think to compare me to any of those hoes is truly absurd&lt;br /&gt;Later down the line you'll realize that you really fucked up&lt;br /&gt;I was a down chick that would have stuck by you no matter what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119214120716202420-1460573940270018430?l=betweenmylips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/feeds/1460573940270018430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119214120716202420&amp;postID=1460573940270018430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/1460573940270018430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/1460573940270018430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/2008/04/loops.html' title='Loops'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17917530799751650305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w0TCXxjBCBw/R82D7j6FcSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AWJLVa97hc0/S220/TAVONYA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119214120716202420.post-8944858780683721532</id><published>2008-04-10T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T12:40:40.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pride</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;You are becoming very important to me very fast&lt;br /&gt;I"m trying to look forward to the future and say goodbye to my past&lt;br /&gt;I can honestly say that you are of no comparison to any one else I've been with before&lt;br /&gt;Which makes me eager and curious as to what the future holds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I wonder what it is that has me feeling this type of way&lt;br /&gt;Why the urge to play games has already faded away?&lt;br /&gt;Why in my mind I want you in so many ways that I can't explain?&lt;br /&gt;And why you constantly stay on my mind each and every day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not a too good to be true situation because over and over I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;When you make me angry and cause me to have a bad attitude&lt;br /&gt;But than its frustrating that when you look at me all the anger disappears I forget&lt;br /&gt;And for strange reason I start believing that you arrived for me, as if this was heavenly sent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time I have to put up my wall and remain cool at all times&lt;br /&gt;It's no way I can be with a man that constantly only has his pride on his mind&lt;br /&gt;That pride shit really gets in the way, I guess furthermore I will hold on for the ride&lt;br /&gt;Unable to give to you my entire self instead I'll wait till you try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119214120716202420-8944858780683721532?l=betweenmylips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/feeds/8944858780683721532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119214120716202420&amp;postID=8944858780683721532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/8944858780683721532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/8944858780683721532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/2008/04/pride.html' title='Pride'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17917530799751650305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w0TCXxjBCBw/R82D7j6FcSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AWJLVa97hc0/S220/TAVONYA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119214120716202420.post-9099931929446996912</id><published>2008-03-27T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T12:26:10.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Urgh!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I'm pissed, its easy to see and its true&lt;br /&gt;I'm highly frustrated with your fucking attitude&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what to tell you, but I'm about to make myself perfectly clear&lt;br /&gt;And if you don't straighten up quickly our final chapter will be approaching near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm feeling you which is why I've tolerated this shit thus far&lt;br /&gt;But you are not my boyfriend, you are not the love of my life, nor my shining star&lt;br /&gt;But you are the only dude I chill with and the one I kick it to day to day&lt;br /&gt;Which is why even though we not together I want everything to be okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see its my fault because I cut everyone off without your say so&lt;br /&gt;As an effort to show myself that with you things would grow&lt;br /&gt;But just when I think things are getting better  I realize I have no clue&lt;br /&gt;Things are not getting better because if they were I wouldn't be going through this shit with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am again hot, pissed and confused&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one writing this poem with my negative attitude&lt;br /&gt;I know I like you because if I didn't I wouldn't be wasting my time&lt;br /&gt;So lets make shit better, work this shit out, so this shit will be just fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119214120716202420-9099931929446996912?l=betweenmylips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/feeds/9099931929446996912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119214120716202420&amp;postID=9099931929446996912' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/9099931929446996912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/9099931929446996912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/2008/03/urgh.html' title='Urgh!!'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17917530799751650305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w0TCXxjBCBw/R82D7j6FcSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AWJLVa97hc0/S220/TAVONYA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119214120716202420.post-1750876875774696828</id><published>2008-03-21T08:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T08:36:46.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abused</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I sit up sometimes remembering how shit used to be&lt;br /&gt;We used to chill, stay up late, playing Playstation 3&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes to be honest I'm still dreaming about you&lt;br /&gt;And thinking about all the little shit we used to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering why such good things have to be all over&lt;br /&gt;And why I didn't kill you when you made my eye swollen&lt;br /&gt;And how I had to hide so that no one would ever know&lt;br /&gt;Plaster a smile on my face praying that it wouldn't show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of working and you made stuff so easy for me&lt;br /&gt;Which is why I tolerated it for so long, but now it seems&lt;br /&gt;That your love wasn't worth it, my insides are bruised&lt;br /&gt;These bruises hurt more than all of your physical abuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I'm strong and I learned so much&lt;br /&gt;I've escaped your crazy ass and your painful touch&lt;br /&gt;It's weird though, and its scary too&lt;br /&gt;How a gentleman turned out to be a monster like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119214120716202420-1750876875774696828?l=betweenmylips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/feeds/1750876875774696828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119214120716202420&amp;postID=1750876875774696828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/1750876875774696828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/1750876875774696828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/2008/03/abused.html' title='Abused'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17917530799751650305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w0TCXxjBCBw/R82D7j6FcSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AWJLVa97hc0/S220/TAVONYA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119214120716202420.post-353848611610196073</id><published>2008-03-19T13:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T13:51:23.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FANTASY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;So today is the day that I say I do&lt;br /&gt;Have decided to make the commitment that I want to be with you&lt;br /&gt;Forever is a long word so for now is fine&lt;br /&gt;And if overtime things are good and I see that you try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will choose to be the girl of your dreams&lt;br /&gt;Have you wake up to a woman already on her knees&lt;br /&gt;There to please you in any way you like&lt;br /&gt;All smiles at all times with you no fights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No nagging no bitching you can always have your way&lt;br /&gt;Dinner always cooked don't have to repeat what you say&lt;br /&gt;Kids all clean and already in the bed&lt;br /&gt;Your bath is waiting, I'm ready to massage your head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just let me know when you are ready, right there I will be&lt;br /&gt;To show you 19 ways why you should keep me&lt;br /&gt;Submissive to my man in every way&lt;br /&gt;As long as you take care of home and I wake up to you every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119214120716202420-353848611610196073?l=betweenmylips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/feeds/353848611610196073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119214120716202420&amp;postID=353848611610196073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/353848611610196073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/353848611610196073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/2008/03/fantasy.html' title='FANTASY'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17917530799751650305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w0TCXxjBCBw/R82D7j6FcSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AWJLVa97hc0/S220/TAVONYA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119214120716202420.post-2926997106490915176</id><published>2008-03-19T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T13:40:07.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;My son wants to talk to his daddy and its pretty sad&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait till he gets older, I'm going to be glad&lt;br /&gt;When he can better understand exactly what's been done&lt;br /&gt;And how his mother loves him the most, I might be the only one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because in time, even not on time, several have turned their backs&lt;br /&gt;My own sister told me I will be alone when good shit cracks&lt;br /&gt;Because when shit is good and everything is okay&lt;br /&gt;There are always those around that have so much to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much encouragement, the reminder of being on my side&lt;br /&gt;But when the darkness comes and all good things aside&lt;br /&gt;Times on my knees and times I cried&lt;br /&gt;Times of loneliness, unwatchful eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doubt of ever feeling good again fades away fast&lt;br /&gt;All hopes of anything except encouragement hits with a crash&lt;br /&gt;The lovingness of my heart and the fight to stay strong&lt;br /&gt;Lives deep inside, even during times of both right and wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119214120716202420-2926997106490915176?l=betweenmylips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/feeds/2926997106490915176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119214120716202420&amp;postID=2926997106490915176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/2926997106490915176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/2926997106490915176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/2008/03/times.html' title='Times'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17917530799751650305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w0TCXxjBCBw/R82D7j6FcSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AWJLVa97hc0/S220/TAVONYA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119214120716202420.post-4271709969247445028</id><published>2008-03-19T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T13:31:28.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHIT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I don't mean to be a bitch but I'm pretty pissed&lt;br /&gt;Got mad shit going on, and I'm feeling dissed&lt;br /&gt;Men aint shit and girls are dirt&lt;br /&gt;It's more to it than my feelings being hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to understand, because I hardly do myself&lt;br /&gt;But something has to happen before this starts to affect my health&lt;br /&gt;I try hard to promote a mean grit, truly not giving a fuck&lt;br /&gt;But in reality when shit gets tough and I'd truly had enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit back and my mind is blown&lt;br /&gt;Shit gets worst upon declaration of being grown&lt;br /&gt;Is it right for shit to never become okay?&lt;br /&gt;To dwell on the fact that shit is different today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is shit going to get better, I sit back and pray?&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother always said God will take my troubles away&lt;br /&gt;Well whose fault is it that I'm going through this shit?&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't make since, but I need God to give me strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119214120716202420-4271709969247445028?l=betweenmylips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/feeds/4271709969247445028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119214120716202420&amp;postID=4271709969247445028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/4271709969247445028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/4271709969247445028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/2008/03/shit.html' title='SHIT'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17917530799751650305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w0TCXxjBCBw/R82D7j6FcSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AWJLVa97hc0/S220/TAVONYA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119214120716202420.post-2811328391762127960</id><published>2008-03-07T11:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T11:59:42.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NANA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My pride my joy the love of my life&lt;br /&gt;A loving mother, sister, grandmother and wife&lt;br /&gt;The matriarch of our family she’s always there&lt;br /&gt;To show us her love and how much she cares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There to talk to when things get tough&lt;br /&gt;A listening ear when things are rough&lt;br /&gt;Grateful to God each night I pray&lt;br /&gt;That my grandmother is here to see me day to day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give her her first great grandson, and now I’m happy&lt;br /&gt;Because she gets to see him grow up smiling and laughing&lt;br /&gt;Infact she is the reason that I am blessed with my bundle and joy&lt;br /&gt;I’m so thankful for this and so much more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my hero and I love you a lot&lt;br /&gt;I know you love me too and will be there no matter what&lt;br /&gt;So this Christmas I just wanted you to know&lt;br /&gt;That I’m blessed just to have you, and I wanted to tell you so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119214120716202420-2811328391762127960?l=betweenmylips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/feeds/2811328391762127960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119214120716202420&amp;postID=2811328391762127960' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/2811328391762127960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/2811328391762127960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/2008/03/nana.html' title='NANA'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17917530799751650305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w0TCXxjBCBw/R82D7j6FcSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AWJLVa97hc0/S220/TAVONYA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119214120716202420.post-3253853662981089088</id><published>2008-03-07T11:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T11:58:35.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Aunt Edith</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;The last memory I have of you is you sitting in your chair&lt;br /&gt;Flipping the remote of your tv, my mother cornrowing your hair&lt;br /&gt;Often times you used to baby-sit me and at the time I never knew&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful person you were and how there’s so much of me in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were always a strong woman and I’m happy I’ve had the time to enjoy&lt;br /&gt;I want you to come back so I could have the opportunity to tell you so much more&lt;br /&gt;So determined and your integrity, I could go on and on&lt;br /&gt;And I still couldn’t describe all the qualities that you had in stored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stubborn at times but most of the time you were right&lt;br /&gt;You like things the way you liked them, and if they weren’t like that you’d fight&lt;br /&gt;Funny how as I get older I’ve thought of you even though you passed away&lt;br /&gt;Often wondering how things would be if you were still here today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything happens for a reason&lt;br /&gt;Who knows if we will be here next season?&lt;br /&gt;Live each day to the fullest, and don’t forget&lt;br /&gt;To do what you feel is right, hopefully later you won’t regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119214120716202420-3253853662981089088?l=betweenmylips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/feeds/3253853662981089088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119214120716202420&amp;postID=3253853662981089088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/3253853662981089088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/3253853662981089088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/2008/03/rip-aunt-edith.html' title='RIP Aunt Edith'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17917530799751650305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w0TCXxjBCBw/R82D7j6FcSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AWJLVa97hc0/S220/TAVONYA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119214120716202420.post-4355645616963177547</id><published>2008-03-07T11:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T11:57:46.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BRANDAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;You’ve always been my baby and you know you will always be&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t matter how tall you get, you’ll always be a little cousin to me&lt;br /&gt;At eight years old still I held you on my lap&lt;br /&gt;Taught you how to play Vegas Dreams at 9 and Monopoly too as a matter of fact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now look at you handsome, and talented in everything you do&lt;br /&gt;Hard to believe that you are almost grown, you even have a mustache now too&lt;br /&gt;One day you told me by the time you make it big I was going to be old and all&lt;br /&gt;What I do know is no matter how old you get I hope you stay in touch and call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though a large age gap does separate five years between you and me&lt;br /&gt;Soon you’ll agree I’m not too much older, you may not know now, you’ll see&lt;br /&gt;When that time comes do know that I’m hoping we’ll become more acquainted&lt;br /&gt;As time goes by I know I might have outgrown you, but I am glad we are related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will always be my favorite because we’ve still held a bond real close&lt;br /&gt;There’s no one other than you I like beating in Monopoly the most&lt;br /&gt;I love you Bran with all my heart&lt;br /&gt;And that’s when we are together and even when we are apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119214120716202420-4355645616963177547?l=betweenmylips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/feeds/4355645616963177547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119214120716202420&amp;postID=4355645616963177547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/4355645616963177547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/4355645616963177547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/2008/03/brandan.html' title='BRANDAN'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17917530799751650305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w0TCXxjBCBw/R82D7j6FcSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AWJLVa97hc0/S220/TAVONYA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119214120716202420.post-1597727167224168607</id><published>2008-03-07T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T11:56:15.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*TRAE*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Never experienced true love till I had my son&lt;br /&gt;I’m currently running a race but I know I’ve already won&lt;br /&gt;This little thing keeps me on my toes&lt;br /&gt;He’s the apple of my eye and I think he already knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get sad I look at my baby and I smile&lt;br /&gt;He knows when mommy’s sad but he tells me I’m fine&lt;br /&gt;And I know with a hug from him eventually I’ll be okay&lt;br /&gt;According to my son I can kiss all his pain away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when he’s sleep I think God for my gift&lt;br /&gt;My son is my everything and to me he’s heavenly sent&lt;br /&gt;This pure love I have will never go away&lt;br /&gt;I only begin to love harder each and every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I ask my baby who is his best friend&lt;br /&gt;He says my mommy and I know it’ll be to the end&lt;br /&gt;As he grows before my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I love my son more I know it and I can explain why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119214120716202420-1597727167224168607?l=betweenmylips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/feeds/1597727167224168607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119214120716202420&amp;postID=1597727167224168607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/1597727167224168607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/1597727167224168607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/2008/03/trae.html' title='*TRAE*'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17917530799751650305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w0TCXxjBCBw/R82D7j6FcSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AWJLVa97hc0/S220/TAVONYA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119214120716202420.post-448628091011203990</id><published>2008-03-07T11:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T11:54:32.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BRI BRI</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Hey little sister, that’s what you are to me&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much little mama I see so much of you in me&lt;br /&gt;When things get hard, what did I tell you to do&lt;br /&gt;Pick up the phone and call me, I’m always there for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now look lately I’ve been busy getting myself straight and all&lt;br /&gt;But I’m never too busy for you, so if you need me go ahead and call&lt;br /&gt;When I say for any reason please listen to what I have to say&lt;br /&gt;I’ve tried to be a good role model, and I’m going to make sure that you are okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now look I know you don’t always like all that I have to say&lt;br /&gt;I’m only trying to lead you in the right direction, I wouldn’t have it any other way&lt;br /&gt;As for these boys out here don’t let them run you, I’ve taught you better than that&lt;br /&gt;Do what I told you to do, and you’ll get what you want as a matter of fact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now in your future I know that you going to have to aim high&lt;br /&gt;Continue to do good in school, don’t cheat and please baby don’t ever lie&lt;br /&gt;What goes around, comes around, that’s the best advice I have for you&lt;br /&gt;Karma is something else so be careful in anything you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119214120716202420-448628091011203990?l=betweenmylips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/feeds/448628091011203990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119214120716202420&amp;postID=448628091011203990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/448628091011203990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/448628091011203990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/2008/03/bri-bri.html' title='BRI BRI'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17917530799751650305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w0TCXxjBCBw/R82D7j6FcSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AWJLVa97hc0/S220/TAVONYA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119214120716202420.post-3735216516147139341</id><published>2008-03-07T11:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T11:40:59.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DYNASTY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;My family stays together through thick and thin&lt;br /&gt;We comfort when we loose, and fight when we win&lt;br /&gt;We care about each other in a special way&lt;br /&gt;And pray for each other every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the years there have been times good and mad&lt;br /&gt;Times when we are happy and times we are sad&lt;br /&gt;Times we have been disappointed when things didn’t go our way&lt;br /&gt;Times that we were embarrassed, and didn’t know what to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times when we were encouraged to make a better choice&lt;br /&gt;And times we didn’t listen, but regretted to hear that voice&lt;br /&gt;We look to the future, and wonder what it will bring&lt;br /&gt;Will things stay consistent or will something else change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We aren’t very close, in fact some of us are far way&lt;br /&gt;But in some shape and form we are there each and every day&lt;br /&gt;I know I will always have someone if something was to happen to me&lt;br /&gt;Because fortunately in my life I was blessed with a great family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through sickness and health we will never part&lt;br /&gt;The love that we share is something never torn apart&lt;br /&gt;At times when we are angry and don’t know what to do&lt;br /&gt;Just think about your family, there’s someone there for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119214120716202420-3735216516147139341?l=betweenmylips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/feeds/3735216516147139341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119214120716202420&amp;postID=3735216516147139341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/3735216516147139341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/3735216516147139341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/2008/03/dynasty.html' title='DYNASTY'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17917530799751650305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w0TCXxjBCBw/R82D7j6FcSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AWJLVa97hc0/S220/TAVONYA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119214120716202420.post-6436208757943599103</id><published>2008-03-07T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T11:40:02.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AMIRA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Babygirl, my mini me&lt;br /&gt;Remind me so much of how I used to be&lt;br /&gt;I’m so glad over time we’ve gotten so close&lt;br /&gt;In many ways a little sister that I love the most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you get mad when you don’t see me a lot&lt;br /&gt;I do be trying boo whether you believe me or not&lt;br /&gt;But look you know how this goes&lt;br /&gt;I’m always here to tell your secrets to even those that no one else knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you have that feeling that no one ever understands&lt;br /&gt;I’m here for you through that too if it’s dealing with family or even a man&lt;br /&gt;And if you are ever in doubt and confused between right and wrong&lt;br /&gt;Realize that I’m here to give you advice and encourage you to be strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amira, I love you and it scares me to see you grow&lt;br /&gt;I realize that a lot of things that I’ve gone through, you will go through too I know&lt;br /&gt;Even the tears that I’ve shed at that time I thought they were necessary&lt;br /&gt;I want to hold those from you, and all your troubles I wish I could carry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119214120716202420-6436208757943599103?l=betweenmylips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/feeds/6436208757943599103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119214120716202420&amp;postID=6436208757943599103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/6436208757943599103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/6436208757943599103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/2008/03/amira.html' title='AMIRA'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17917530799751650305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w0TCXxjBCBw/R82D7j6FcSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AWJLVa97hc0/S220/TAVONYA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119214120716202420.post-5412889175472672101</id><published>2008-03-06T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T14:01:29.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KNOCK</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm feeling like I'm stuck in a corner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Never thought shit would be like this just being older&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I feel as if this pain just won't go away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm just hoping that it's gone after today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;And when its over I won't look back no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Because a new peace will eventually knock on my door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119214120716202420-5412889175472672101?l=betweenmylips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/feeds/5412889175472672101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119214120716202420&amp;postID=5412889175472672101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/5412889175472672101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/5412889175472672101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/2008/03/knock.html' title='KNOCK'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17917530799751650305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w0TCXxjBCBw/R82D7j6FcSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AWJLVa97hc0/S220/TAVONYA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119214120716202420.post-4282415070341005113</id><published>2008-03-05T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T06:51:11.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DOPE BOY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Okay so you be that thug dude…on your grind&lt;br /&gt;Care most about that quap, that’s what stays on your mind&lt;br /&gt;I grab for attention, you tell me I’m crazy&lt;br /&gt;And that the whole reason I don’t see you is cuz you know I’m busy with my baby&lt;br /&gt;Excuses—for me, you tell me I’m wil’en, I’m wil’n I’m frustrated, I’m through&lt;br /&gt;You I don’t stress over no dude, I mean you cool and all but the same shit still applies to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119214120716202420-4282415070341005113?l=betweenmylips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/feeds/4282415070341005113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119214120716202420&amp;postID=4282415070341005113' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/4282415070341005113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/4282415070341005113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/2008/03/dope-boy.html' title='DOPE BOY'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17917530799751650305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w0TCXxjBCBw/R82D7j6FcSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AWJLVa97hc0/S220/TAVONYA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119214120716202420.post-5759206854031598429</id><published>2008-03-05T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T06:49:06.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>m.i.a</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;You said you was going to figure me out&lt;br /&gt;Still waiting it’s like you not gone ever be able to tell what I’m really about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cuz&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sware&lt;/span&gt; when it seems like you finally get a clue&lt;br /&gt;You be on some completely other shit, and than again I’m just that much confused when it comes to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s like we be talking everything be all good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; we getting closer as time goes by&lt;br /&gt;But than the attention just stops—and you go on doing you, and than I think why even try&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not a lot of shit has changed since we first started talking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;foreal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean I was in my little situation and you was doing you still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But overtime finally its over and I sometimes imagine being with you soon&lt;br /&gt;I know you not ready, but I’m also not stupid, I know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;foreal&lt;/span&gt; I’m already your boo&lt;br /&gt;Know how I know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; of that look in your face when I talk about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;anotha&lt;/span&gt; dude&lt;br /&gt;I know you don’t be trying to hear it, I just like to see that look &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; see I’m not trying to be rude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what it is that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;entices&lt;/span&gt; me about you, why I grasp the time that we share&lt;br /&gt;I’m feeling you and that’s on some real serious shit, but I know you don’t care&lt;br /&gt;It’s only right &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; like everything that’s gone down I can’t blame you&lt;br /&gt;I mean come on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;foreal&lt;/span&gt; now the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; was really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;bangin&lt;/span&gt; on my door while you was laying on my bed in my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;newayz&lt;/span&gt; lets talk about how you be carrying shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Cuz&lt;/span&gt; you say what thing but your actions don’t always show it&lt;br /&gt;You told me early on that the whole feelings shit is something you don’t do&lt;br /&gt;But eventually without even telling me verbally I knew what the deal was with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on think about it, do you really think the sex was better &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I was high&lt;br /&gt;I mean the pussy stay wet, its great not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; of that but because of our vibe&lt;br /&gt;Yo you feeling me more as time goes by, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;foreal&lt;/span&gt; that’s whats true&lt;br /&gt;But its cool because as time goes by boo I be feeling you more too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shits not serious and I feel comfortable in your arms Security &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Intelligence&lt;/span&gt; Sense of Humor, I’m taking notes&lt;br /&gt;You remember everything I tell you, You be catching on and at the same time…still be having me on my toes&lt;br /&gt;Now don’t let what I tell you go to your head, but its whats real&lt;br /&gt;And because we cool I want to let you know how much I enjoy your company when we chill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let me warn you if I get in kinda deep, it might become too late for you to change your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Cuz&lt;/span&gt; when I grasp that hold on you its no letting go not that you would want to, you not blind&lt;br /&gt;Calling me shorty, I love to hear those words pour from your lips&lt;br /&gt;But I like even more so being touched by your finger tips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I tell you that I want to be your Bonnie I’m not on no b-s&lt;br /&gt;I think about being ride or die, but I’m glad you tell me I don’ t need to do that&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in a fantasy, but willing to share many with you&lt;br /&gt;Damn damn damn you know what you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;aint&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;eva&lt;/span&gt; gonna be ready for me to be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Cuz&lt;/span&gt; being with Princess is like a illness without a cure&lt;br /&gt;But you only will be able to handle it if you have strength and if you are mature&lt;br /&gt;So boo when you get to that point you just gotta let me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;know for&lt;/span&gt; now I’m gonna just have to smile, but I still have hope  but for now I gotta let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119214120716202420-5759206854031598429?l=betweenmylips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/feeds/5759206854031598429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119214120716202420&amp;postID=5759206854031598429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/5759206854031598429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/5759206854031598429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/2008/03/mia.html' title='m.i.a'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17917530799751650305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w0TCXxjBCBw/R82D7j6FcSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AWJLVa97hc0/S220/TAVONYA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119214120716202420.post-5483615073907742113</id><published>2008-03-05T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T06:46:07.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DYCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I’m not hurt… okay; maybe a little bit, but I gotta maintain my swagger&lt;br /&gt;A bit confused but to be for real it’s only because I don’t know what happened&lt;br /&gt;I thought we was really feeling each other I mean ish was great&lt;br /&gt;I really liked this dude, shit, felt right-- like it was fate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But than again you know how it be when anything is good it comes to end&lt;br /&gt;This time though it was too fucking fast I mean this shit ain't even for real yet begin&lt;br /&gt;And yo I was really calling this dude like more than once, yes several times&lt;br /&gt;And then when he finally picks up the phone he says hi and than shortly there he go with his goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Convos that lasted forever now after like 2 to 3 minutes tops he’ll call me right back&lt;br /&gt;Come on yo, you told me enough times Ma I’ma Call you right back&lt;br /&gt;I believed you, Why? I don’t know but I know I’m not going to let you play me&lt;br /&gt;So you know what I do I right you this message thinking does he care? Lets see…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I go on bp and say what I need to say&lt;br /&gt;Bullshit I know, but I’m thinking he gonna respond to dis ish today.&lt;br /&gt;But he don’t, that little envelope marked read, but I don’t have no reply&lt;br /&gt;Is you for real this dude read what I said, ain't say shit look at this guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I call him on some serious like yo we need to talk this shit out&lt;br /&gt;He keeps it short but tells me he gotta fall back starting now&lt;br /&gt;I’m buck but I’m calm and I say well its gravy you do you&lt;br /&gt;Knowing damn well I was enjoying this nicca yo he gone be my boo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But than again was he ever, cuz now he stutten for real&lt;br /&gt;I mean we talk as if we homies thinking this niggas trill&lt;br /&gt;Why the sudden separation, sudden need to take shit slow&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its that chick he was fucking wit maybe he ain't gonna really let her go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay shit I knew u was wit her once we started talking&lt;br /&gt;But I thought we had an understanding that after Christmas that bird had to start walking&lt;br /&gt;But its cool if you want her and you want it to work I wish u the best&lt;br /&gt;I mean its on you its your choice if you willing to settle for less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But than again maybe he think we was just moving fast and stuff&lt;br /&gt;I seen him only twice but it was like we couldn’t get enough&lt;br /&gt;I mean we used to be on the phone till like 4 in the morning, without a cell but still hitting me up through out the day&lt;br /&gt;But than all of a sudden it all stopped when you went out wit ya nigga dat day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dat---nigga damn did you talk to him is that why shit changed&lt;br /&gt;Probaly told you that you shouldn't’t call me from his phone…that’s why for real I don’t have time for playing games&lt;br /&gt;I’m not going even try to figure out exactly why shit ended up how it is&lt;br /&gt;But know that I was actually picturing us in the future in a couple of years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean I know you gotta do you for now, I mean you trying to get big doing your thing&lt;br /&gt;I understand that baby…so if that’s whats stopping you, than shit ain't had to change&lt;br /&gt;But for real the point is I was feeling you and again I’m confused&lt;br /&gt;Cuz foreal foreal on some foreal foreal I was really feeling you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119214120716202420-5483615073907742113?l=betweenmylips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/feeds/5483615073907742113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119214120716202420&amp;postID=5483615073907742113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/5483615073907742113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/5483615073907742113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/2008/03/dyce.html' title='DYCE'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17917530799751650305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w0TCXxjBCBw/R82D7j6FcSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AWJLVa97hc0/S220/TAVONYA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119214120716202420.post-8138823370228941967</id><published>2008-03-05T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T06:42:39.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>STEP IN MY SHOES</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;While you out parlaying, chilling just doing you&lt;br /&gt;I’m here &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;holding&lt;/span&gt;’ our child and yea the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;niCCa&lt;/span&gt; looks just like you&lt;br /&gt;Do you really think I’m going to make him suffer &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; you not around&lt;br /&gt;Yea I know what I said, I would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; have another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nicca&lt;/span&gt; around yo child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well since you not being a man and not taking care of your own&lt;br /&gt;I got to get another dude to do so since you’re a** still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ain't&lt;/span&gt; grown&lt;br /&gt;Those days when I used to cry myself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Be stressed out, be cooped in the crib, just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; you were mad at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved u, I needed you, yet I got played like a fool&lt;br /&gt;And now I’m the one embarrassed, ashamed, to have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;babydaddy&lt;/span&gt; like you&lt;br /&gt;Rumors going around, I can’t believe you really claiming another chicks seed&lt;br /&gt;But have the audacity, to do your own son dirty, u &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;neva&lt;/span&gt; really gave a fuck about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respect, R E S P E CT, we was supposed to have that at all times&lt;br /&gt;But instead I’m called every bitch in the book, and you continue to lie lie lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sick of dealing with your shit and have refused to tolerate it any more&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t understand why I still be stressing, what do I even care for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; you are his father and it would be nice if you were in his life&lt;br /&gt;Even though I know that you think I just want to be your wife&lt;br /&gt;I’m ova the fact that we not a family and it will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Cuz&lt;/span&gt; I be damned if I’ll ever give you again  the opportunity to be with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119214120716202420-8138823370228941967?l=betweenmylips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/feeds/8138823370228941967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119214120716202420&amp;postID=8138823370228941967' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/8138823370228941967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/8138823370228941967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/2008/03/step-in-my-shoes.html' title='STEP IN MY SHOES'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17917530799751650305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w0TCXxjBCBw/R82D7j6FcSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AWJLVa97hc0/S220/TAVONYA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119214120716202420.post-6596271639518615085</id><published>2008-03-04T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T12:45:48.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHO KNOWS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;A male reflection of myself&lt;br /&gt;Laid back, Nonchalant, Could care less&lt;br /&gt;Quiet, Disguised, blend in with the crowd&lt;br /&gt;Unless I speak to him from his lips there is no sound&lt;br /&gt;A little confusing and hard to read&lt;br /&gt;Traveling solo most times without his team&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i think that he's attracted to me&lt;br /&gt;But its hard to tell what it is that he sees&lt;br /&gt;I can tell that we can chill and parlay all day&lt;br /&gt;But eventually there's so much I want him to say&lt;br /&gt;A brick wall is up and with help I might be able to knock it down&lt;br /&gt;But in the past, it hasn't been worth it, especially if he doesn't stick around&lt;br /&gt;I've been kind of distant trying not to fall in and start feeling this dude&lt;br /&gt;Instead I communicate from afar, and this is what I choose&lt;br /&gt;I want him to know that I want to get to know him in more ways than I can say&lt;br /&gt;And maybe eventually I will verbalize it, if he hasn't figured it out today&lt;br /&gt;He's mad chill, and I love his swagger&lt;br /&gt;Dress is tight, never sagging&lt;br /&gt;We haven't really chilled or really been one on one&lt;br /&gt;He hasn't been to the crib or even met my son&lt;br /&gt;There are reasons for everything we do&lt;br /&gt;But maybe eventually, things will change, after I get to know you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119214120716202420-6596271639518615085?l=betweenmylips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/feeds/6596271639518615085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119214120716202420&amp;postID=6596271639518615085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/6596271639518615085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/6596271639518615085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/2008/03/who-knows.html' title='WHO KNOWS'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17917530799751650305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w0TCXxjBCBw/R82D7j6FcSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AWJLVa97hc0/S220/TAVONYA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119214120716202420.post-2870242342951799619</id><published>2008-03-04T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T11:02:20.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Minutes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Overtime I've come to realize&lt;br /&gt;that things are different even for the same crime&lt;br /&gt;depending on the shade of your skin and whether you have brown or blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;the milky-ness of your skin qualifies the punishment that will apply&lt;br /&gt;while a black man serves 5 years in jail a white man gets probation for his crime&lt;br /&gt;whatever happened to providing evidence as proof&lt;br /&gt;and having eyewitnesses that actually tell the truth&lt;br /&gt;with crime stoppers offering rewards and crooked cops offering deals&lt;br /&gt;it's impossible to distinguish a snitch with someone that is real&lt;br /&gt;and than why the sudden rush to close an open case&lt;br /&gt;why is it so bad for a trial to move at a manageable pace&lt;br /&gt;when a murder case arrives&lt;br /&gt;and a woman dies&lt;br /&gt;its a day in a half to give a black man life&lt;br /&gt;but than it takes 2 years to give three years to a white man that killed his kids and wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119214120716202420-2870242342951799619?l=betweenmylips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/feeds/2870242342951799619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119214120716202420&amp;postID=2870242342951799619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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style="font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;It's kinda strange, how shit is, who would have thought we could be so open with each other&lt;br /&gt;The day has come that I'm actually telling you about my nigga, and you telling me about your baby mother&lt;br /&gt;I neva thought it would come to this point, because I've always wanted you to belong to me&lt;br /&gt;But the separation has created a friendship that i appreciate and know that'll always be&lt;br /&gt;I would be lying if I didn't admit that I think often of what we had in the past&lt;br /&gt;Deep down I know you love me that'll never change and I know that it'll forever last.&lt;br /&gt;But be fair to me and don't forget that I'll always have that piece of your heart.&lt;br /&gt;You promised me that it would always be mine while we're together and when apart&lt;br /&gt;As time goes by and I've experimented with all these stupid ass dudes&lt;br /&gt;I always think back about how u schooled me in the ignorance of getting used&lt;br /&gt;It's hard for me to accept the fact that there will be other women in your life&lt;br /&gt;But for real I don't take none of these broads serious, and won't eva till they ya wife&lt;br /&gt;Your wife. Do you think that'll happen? I can't honestly say I do&lt;br /&gt;The day you come at me telling me that shit I will be very surprised of you.&lt;br /&gt;It's like there are so many females and there is no one individual that will truly make you happy forever&lt;br /&gt;To the point where you care enough to share your life and hold bountiful love that you can't even measure.&lt;br /&gt;But know that you will always have my love but more importantly you are my friend&lt;br /&gt;I know I once told you that'll never happen I couldn't be your friend in the end&lt;br /&gt;But what I didn't realize is that this is not the end and for real who knows what the future holds.&lt;br /&gt;There might one day be an us again but it all depends on the choices we chose.&lt;br /&gt;God puts it out there and its up to us to make it happen if we really want to&lt;br /&gt;But I know the timing has got to be right, and we got to decide if this is what we want to do&lt;br /&gt;These men I mess with though hasn't had an impact that can compare to the one from you&lt;br /&gt;Eventually you will see that no chick will eva come close&lt;br /&gt;The satisfaction I would have provided you will never get from most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119214120716202420-6762126223674179180?l=betweenmylips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/feeds/6762126223674179180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119214120716202420&amp;postID=6762126223674179180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/6762126223674179180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/6762126223674179180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/2008/03/different-9132007.html' title='DIFFERENT- 9/13/2007'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17917530799751650305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w0TCXxjBCBw/R82D7j6FcSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AWJLVa97hc0/S220/TAVONYA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119214120716202420.post-7180495128816823302</id><published>2008-03-04T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T10:43:37.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALL ABOUT YOU- 9/20/2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So I prayed to God- Lord, I'm getting kinda lonely please let someone enter my heart?&lt;br /&gt;I need a nigga thats real, that can handle me, a nicca I'll love from the start.&lt;br /&gt;The lord always answers your prayers, but I guess the timing just wasn't right&lt;br /&gt;Because I fell in love with this nicca I found, but damn we always fuss and fight.&lt;br /&gt;I prayed to the Lord again- Lord we stay fighten and arguing and its seems as if he's ready to give up?&lt;br /&gt;The Lord responded by telling me you wanted love baby girl, some time sh-ts going to get rough&lt;br /&gt;But give me a sign that I'm supposed to be here, how do I know that he's meant for me.&lt;br /&gt;Soon you will see my child, I won't disappoint you please be patient just wait and see...&lt;br /&gt;So I've waited and he answered my question that maybe you are not my soul mate, maybe there's someone else that you need in your life&lt;br /&gt;But know that these last 2 months I only imagined and lived the dream of possibly one day becoming your wife.&lt;br /&gt;But God made things clearer to me when you never wanted me around your mom, or your children, that little thing was the clue&lt;br /&gt;The most important people in your life you would only want to introduce to those that are very close to you.&lt;br /&gt;But still I loved you and still I wanted to hold on to what may never be.&lt;br /&gt;And you proved that I was wasting my time when over-- a text message you broke up with me.&lt;br /&gt;Why do you say that I complete you? I know you love me but tell me what that means&lt;br /&gt;The woman who can answer that, is the one I will marry, for she is from my dreams....&lt;br /&gt;That question you asked me that day I've been pondering on for a few&lt;br /&gt;But now its of no importance, since I'm no longer officially with you&lt;br /&gt;But do know that I did have an answer, and I'm going to tell you now in these words from my heart&lt;br /&gt;Do know that what I'm saying is true, but I'll let you think about it now that we're apart&lt;br /&gt;You say that its not really over and we will be back when the time is right, It's still all about tee&lt;br /&gt;I might be young but I do know either we are together or we're not and b/c I'm of the past it's no way its truly bout me...&lt;br /&gt;You were the ying to my yang, though not a perfect person I was learning to see&lt;br /&gt;All your imperfections perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't fall asleep b/c reality was better than my dream&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you were laying beside me safely is all I ever need&lt;br /&gt;I pay my own bills and take care of my household with out the help of any man&lt;br /&gt;As you schooled me to think to the future, I knew you were going to teach me to stand&lt;br /&gt;You were my man sensitive to understand want I was going through as a woman but strong enough to keep me grounded when I needed to be&lt;br /&gt;At that time you were my rock, you were forever going to stick beside me&lt;br /&gt;The man I wanted to respect and knew was going to respect me in return&lt;br /&gt;I felt that it was okay to be submissive to my fan, for which my body yearned&lt;br /&gt;And even when you were taking care of your business and even when you were messy in your personal affairs&lt;br /&gt;I felt you were worthy of my patience, even though you misunderstood it as nagging in your ears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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9/20/2007'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17917530799751650305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w0TCXxjBCBw/R82D7j6FcSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AWJLVa97hc0/S220/TAVONYA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119214120716202420.post-2235780723888191319</id><published>2008-03-04T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T10:34:48.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THROUGH- 10/31/2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I come seventh to your mother, your  kids, your brothers, your sister, your 4 bm's and your shop&lt;br /&gt;Now you expect me to come 8th, to your hustle, your struggle, your get-money grind gig with your pops&lt;br /&gt;I can express how I feel repeatedly truth is that what I'm saying is not embedded in your head&lt;br /&gt;But than again the issue might be that you are aware of what I'm saying truly not carrying about what I just said&lt;br /&gt;I'm told I'm not doing what I'm supposed to do to keep my man around, and what I won't do another woman would&lt;br /&gt;But I feel I'm holding my own, doing it solo and if he want it that bad maybe she should&lt;br /&gt;So what is it I can do to keep my man happy to keep that smile plastered across his face&lt;br /&gt;Is it to be submissive, I should pretend to be happy, and hold him down at least till his case&lt;br /&gt;And than its the fact that he lied to me, yea I might of did the same once or twice&lt;br /&gt;But we both agreed that we will work through our problems believing that its some stupid ass reason that I aint figured out yet, but its a reason you came in my life&lt;br /&gt;So I've tolerated all this crap, and for real to be honest I'm embarrassed to verbalize all the bs you put me through&lt;br /&gt;But I'm even more embarrassed to stand up here and say loud and clear BX yea ahh I still love you&lt;br /&gt;Not that it matters, anymore..and after fucking with you I've come to the conclusion Love is for the birds.&lt;br /&gt;And because its this intsy wintsy part of me that still got love for you I hope you hear these words.&lt;br /&gt;It's over. Finally over. U happy mofo we done&lt;br /&gt;I'm not picking up my phone, I'm not trying to see u, u got it mofo you've won&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of the fighting, I'm tired of your attitude and I've had enough of your accusations and shit&lt;br /&gt;I got all of your voicemails and all of your text messages, I especially loved the one from that bitch&lt;br /&gt;It's after the club it's 4am at an after party you know the one on Ironbridge the reggae jump-off that don't close till 6&lt;br /&gt;flipping through my phone trying hard not to call, sipping on my corona not believing me and my nigga going through this&lt;br /&gt;Yo this chick actually had the audacity to pick up my nigga phone and text me some off the wall crap&lt;br /&gt;Going to tell me that he's hers now that she's going to please him for the night, I took a swig off my corona and laughed&lt;br /&gt;Yo u petty little girl do what u do cuz for real I know he's mine, but if you a strong enough woman to handle my man u deserve his selfish trifling cheating ass&lt;br /&gt;It takes a strong woman to put up with the crap that his ass has put me through&lt;br /&gt;Nigga be parked outside my crib, come to my job, just cuz he guilty for fucking you&lt;br /&gt;But this time is different I'm standing my ground I deserve better than you.&lt;br /&gt;Pacman good ridens, kick rocks my nigga, no love lost and of course God bless.&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to get at me later, not when you're horny and not when you realize what's gone you miss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119214120716202420-2235780723888191319?l=betweenmylips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/feeds/2235780723888191319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w0TCXxjBCBw/R82D7j6FcSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AWJLVa97hc0/S220/TAVONYA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119214120716202420.post-195387161713654930</id><published>2008-03-04T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T10:28:07.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DISTANCE- 10/31/2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;You're four states away but I wish you were living right here&lt;br /&gt;I feel this unexplainable vibe even though you're no where near&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to a visit to have a visual to what I hear almost every day&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to know who I'm talking to in a physical way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119214120716202420-195387161713654930?l=betweenmylips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w0TCXxjBCBw/R82D7j6FcSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AWJLVa97hc0/S220/TAVONYA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119214120716202420.post-6219281792652510525</id><published>2008-03-04T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T10:15:36.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOREVER- 5/30/2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I know how it feels to be in love&lt;br /&gt;but how do I know that this is the person that God sent for me from above&lt;br /&gt;I mean how do I know with he&lt;br /&gt;is whom I'm supposed to be with for all eternity&lt;br /&gt;I always wonder when I will be in love again&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting pretty comfortable living life with out a man&lt;br /&gt;And than I think about how grateful that every guy I've been with really did treat me good&lt;br /&gt;But still I always found something wrong, and in the end I always knew I would&lt;br /&gt;If I could go back in time, are there some things I would change&lt;br /&gt;Yes there are but I always speak the truth even if it is with rage&lt;br /&gt;But I've learned that a lot of the time it's better to keep a lot of things inside&lt;br /&gt;Because the truth can really hurt sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever really liked someone, but u weren't in love as he&lt;br /&gt;damn that was a bad feeling, yet no one else can see&lt;br /&gt;Often I'm asked why i'm so stupid to get rid of the dudes that I have&lt;br /&gt;but only I could understand that it just wasn't meant to be with the men in my past&lt;br /&gt;Love i think is a wonderful feeling, but they say its not supposed to hurt my heart&lt;br /&gt;I've never experienced unpainful love, b/c my heart always hurt when we part&lt;br /&gt;but than again i wasn't satisfied when I had an easy life&lt;br /&gt;He gave me what ever I wanted but the feelings were just not right&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong I appreciated everything that he did for me&lt;br /&gt;But I need to be with someone on the same wavelength as me&lt;br /&gt;I'm no longer looking for a man to feel a void for the season&lt;br /&gt;I need someone that will last a lifetime and I can explain the reason&lt;br /&gt;I'm grown now and yet I'm just tired of playing games&lt;br /&gt;I have all this shit going for me and still can't find a man&lt;br /&gt;I'm no longer in a search in hopes that one will just fall into my arms and eventually in my heart&lt;br /&gt;One that I can be with forever in love, and love forever, because we will never part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119214120716202420-6219281792652510525?l=betweenmylips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/feeds/6219281792652510525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w0TCXxjBCBw/R82D7j6FcSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AWJLVa97hc0/S220/TAVONYA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119214120716202420.post-3299125210482958290</id><published>2008-03-04T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T10:14:04.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SATISFACTION- 5/30/2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wish I were you.&lt;br /&gt;You are pretty and smart, plus I look up to everything you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Are you serious? You can't imagine everything I've been through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Exactly, but you are smart, and caring and on top of that a good mother just to name a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hear you, but wouldn't you prefer a life that had more to offer.&lt;br /&gt;There's no money in the world, that'll convince to be anything other than wanting to be your child's father.&lt;br /&gt;I admire you in numerous ways, but again I don't expect you to understand.&lt;br /&gt;All I can do is tell you what my heart has to offer in hopes that you'll want me as your man.&lt;br /&gt;I realize you are a good woman, and you should be treated that way&lt;br /&gt;But I realize that God wouldn't give me anything I can't handle today&lt;br /&gt;But why did he choose you rather than someone else&lt;br /&gt;In many ways God just shows us that we're blessed&lt;br /&gt;I know sometimes I wonder Damn God can you throw anything else in my pathway&lt;br /&gt;And he does it proving to me that who am I to question him as if I decide my fate day to day&lt;br /&gt;But you should never dream of withholding the life of some else&lt;br /&gt;There is plenty of things that are hidden that you wouldn't be able to dream about&lt;br /&gt;I myself concentrate on being me&lt;br /&gt;And eventually you will be satisfied with yours believe me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4119214120716202420-3299125210482958290?l=betweenmylips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/feeds/3299125210482958290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4119214120716202420&amp;postID=3299125210482958290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/3299125210482958290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4119214120716202420/posts/default/3299125210482958290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmylips.blogspot.com/2008/03/satisfaction-5302007.html' title='SATISFACTION- 5/30/2007'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17917530799751650305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w0TCXxjBCBw/R82D7j6FcSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AWJLVa97hc0/S220/TAVONYA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4119214120716202420.post-6719830027350432713</id><published>2008-03-04T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T09:59:26.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DOUBT- 6/1/2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I know you love your son but damn can we somehow agree&lt;br /&gt;Its really about Trae, I have to remind myself its not about you and me&lt;br /&gt;On some real I'm not trying to say anything to you out of spite&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so tired of arguing and fussing, plus I just don't want to fight&lt;br /&gt;I care about him and I know that you do too&lt;br /&gt;But in the long run with all that's going we can't let him get hurt by either me or you&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that you are supposed to move so we can live happily ever after in VA&lt;br /&gt;To be honest I just don't want things remaining the same and us doing the same stuff that we do today&lt;br /&gt;That's not what I want and I can dig that you feel the same way&lt;br /&gt;But somehow we got to do something, if you really do love Trae&lt;br /&gt;I made a lot of mistakes and you right I have said a lot of stuff that hurt your feelings in the past&lt;br /&gt;I can only apologize, but I can't erase anything that I've already done, I can't even honestly say that that was the last&lt;br /&gt;It's not fair, I've said that over and over, yet stuff still don't change&lt;br /&gt;But than again you the person that I used to talk to about everything, all I hear now is rage&lt;br /&gt;And than my son is expected to have 2 lives, all I want him to do is feel normal like us&lt;br /&gt;I don't want him to emotionally be hurt, or think all his parents do is fuss&lt;br /&gt;I can't say that I'm going to give give give and expect you to just take&lt;br /&gt;But now that everything has changed I'm honest when I say to you that I feel that everything you say is fake&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to point fingers but you really should compare our roles as his parents in his life&lt;br /&gt;Conrad look at his situation, stuck in the middle all because his parents were never husband and wife&lt;br /&gt;In the long run if I could go back in time if you only knew&lt;br /&gt;It's so much that I would change just so that I wouldn't have to go through all of this with you&lt;br /&gt;I need you in his life, but I have to beg for you to make sure things they are supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;Or at least as good as its going to get, because it reality you were supposed to be with me&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to raise our child together as one&lt;br /&gt;but instead we fight and whomever has possession feels as if they won&lt;br /&gt;Its possible to teach him and groom him from 2 separate places&lt;br /&gt;But its important for us to be able to work things out through all these bumpy phases&lt;br /&gt;Than I also think about how our families have reacted to everything that has gone on between us&lt;br /&gt;They even have mixed feelings towards the other party, how do you think I feel only being able to call your mother this year once&lt;br /&gt;You right that's the decision I made, because you did try to get me back&lt;br /&gt;But at the time I was hurt and confused and if you're honest with yourself you already knew that&lt;br /&gt;And now we not together so Trae is placed in the middle and one day will probably feel like he has to choose&lt;br /&gt;Why should a two year old have a choice to be with me or you&lt;br /&gt;He needs to be in an environment that he can learn to cope with the way his life is going to be&lt;br /&gt;Since evidently all ties have been burnt between you and me&lt;br /&gt;This in itself is about Trae and how we can make things the best for him even separately we are his parents, we are his love&lt;br /&gt;So before you make any decision about him, please pray to God from the heavenly above&lt;br /&gt;Make sure before you make a decision that you put your son first.&lt;br /&gt;If he doesn't have his daddy at all I realize it'll make his life even worst.&lt;br /&gt;And I do know these thoughts and feelings that I have shared with you you will quickly run to show others&lt;br /&gt;But know that I mean what I say and I say what I feel but so would any mother&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes its hard to explain how you feel but sometimes its only pride&lt;br /&gt;But its impossible for things to change to this extreme I mean would you even cared if I died&lt;br /&gt;I know that you have moved on and probably feeling that you finally have things moving in your favor&lt;br /&gt;But know that within these 18 years I know the truth, to me you are no stranger&lt;br /&gt;That's why I keep telling you to really REALLY think about everything you say&lt;br /&gt;I can tell when it's bullshit and you just want to piss me off that day&lt;br /&gt;I'm just hoping eventually you will dig deep and eventually think about everything and make the choice that should have been made a long time ago&lt;br /&gt;I wish it was possible for everyday for you to see your son grow&lt;br /&gt;and Again I know that someone is going to say this is her little ploy to get you remember its about Trae, you see&lt;br /&gt;and they are right but focusing only on Trae is like out of sight out of mind, that way you won't focus on me&lt;br /&gt;Life I know for you is a lot easier, but sometimes that struggle makes it worth it, but I've also learned that to wait can be good to&lt;br /&gt;I won't forever but I am determined to at least get a long with you&lt;br /&gt;You again were at one point my man and at that time you were my friend&lt;br /&gt;After having our son things changed of course for the worse and things did come to the end&lt;br /&gt;We were young and still are but due to different circumstances changed a lot&lt;br /&gt;We should have grew and matured together rather than only fuss and fight&lt;br /&gt;But again back to the most important dude in my life, my son, your son, our son&lt;br /&gt;We got to figure something out, I will pray and pray and continue to pray that eventually this will be done.&lt;br /&gt;Every thing I say its strictly verbalized to you from my heart&lt;br /&gt;and even if you don't say it, I know 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